You awaken, reluctantly starting another day. Snow was falling like ashes from the forlorn skies. Einstein was right. Time is relative to the observer. When you're contemplating your reflection in the window, time slows down. Your whole life flashes by, heartbreak and scars. Stay with it, and you can live a lifetime in that split second.

You spend all day, all week, all year trying to escape from your memories, and then you realize the great tragedy is...you've escaped from your memories.